Every simile is elegy, Resolving in eternal principles. The axioms are natural, the rules Are sentimental. Habit animates The animate, shapely patternings Accumulate, more awkward to shoulder than trees. Though not for fear now, images demure. The lines descend like snow-blind mountaineers. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org |